Poetry praising the beauty of hot springs

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Looking at the preciousness and wisdom of the Central Plains and the record of the waterless God —— Zhang Heng's Ode to Hot Springs

In late spring, jade is warm and hot springs overflow. -Gong Li Gao Bai Juyi

The atmosphere in the hot springs was very exciting, and Wei Pu returned to Red Sun for a few days. -Zhang Yue, attendant of Hot Spring Palace, presented poems.

It's just that there is hot spring water now, and there are many feelings in sobs. -Zhang Jihua Qing Palace

Linweichuan, near Tianyi, the bath hot spring is coming again, and the fairy is there. -Fenghe Sanzhi Hot Spring Zhang Song Jiuling

If you don't see the hot spring ice, you'd rather know that the fire well is out. It's nice to show that Rui Liang is here. -Hot soup versus snow, Li Longji.

Long Tengjing, Tang Chi flows into the mountains; Cinnabar fire is smelted underground, and plain smoke is put beside the sand. Boiling beads leap into the bright moon, and the mirror is empty; It's quiet. It's quiet. It's embarrassing.

Wash the clouds and dreams in your chest.

Tangquan spits out a mirror, and white water flies with the rain.

The world's soup springs don't boast, and it is widely rumored that Wenbog makes Xisha. Ridge is like elephant trunk ridge, water is better than still water. Take a bath like jade, and it will be like a flower when you come. I want to experience all this often in the cold spring, and the children's crown eulogizes the joy of the year.

Liang Qichao's "Beitou Hot Spring": It is not enough to find seclusion, but to visit Beitou Spring; The winding road is gloomy, the tide is blue and smoky, the earth is warm and weak, the stream is full of smoke, and I miss Tangshan and the Ming Tombs in front of me.

Zhang Heng's "Hot Spring Fu": The weather is wrong and there is disease; Hot springs are parked, so they are dirty.

Poets in the Northern Wei Dynasty praised: those who built hot springs are the classics of nature and the yuan medicine of heaven and earth. Su Shi sighed: "Warm skin is crystal clear, and the head is soaked in evergreen." .

Hot Spring Hangwei Wu Ying

Born in Tianbao this year, he is as dull as a hammer and as hard as paper. Come back if you can't be an official.

Or Ling Du, a man. The north wind plunged miserably into the hot spring and suddenly remembered the blessing year of the first emperor.

Ride a stable horse and lead the heavenly soldiers into Huaqing column. Yulin Yao is full of snow and cold mountains.

Climb the porch pavilion, swim crimson smoke. Ping mingyu defends the world, and the cars and horses are overflowing.

Every time Meng En bathes in the water in Huachi, he hunts in the fields in the north. The imperial court has nothing to do with Huan Yan.

Beauty silk tube since nine days. Once the tripod is cast to control the dragon, I must not go.

Today is bleak and empty, just watching Cangshan smoke. Bad trampling lost the storm,

Yelling at the sky is helpless. The horse is freezing to death. It depends on the host's glass of wine.